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A little while after Jen helped Harry with his headache, he said that he needed to get back to his house, but that he would hopefully see her tonight. Jen didn't ask any questions about what he meant by that; she already had a pretty good idea. Now it was about ten to six, and Jen was almost finished getting ready. Her parents had come back from work around five; Jen's mom had been grumbling about her new boss. Stupid idiot. Jen knew that the thought was redundant, but that didn't change how she felt. Mrs. Davenport's new boss had been reluctant to hire her, even though her old employer had personally told him that she was one of the most qualified people he had ever met. It didn't change anything; her new boss knew about her, and he was afraid. It angered Jen that people would let someone as biased as that be in charge. She refocused on getting ready. She had decided to dress nicely: a pair of jeans that was more form-fitting than what she usually wore, a halter-top floral-print dress, some nice sandals that complemented the quick pedicure Jen had given herself, a necklace with emeralds wound around her wrist, and a pair of flower earrings. "Jenna, are you ready to go?" her mother called.

"Yeah, mom," Jen called back, stepping into her sandals and heading downstairs. This was going to be a long night.

Harry was between anger and excitement. He was excited because, surprisingly, he had been told that he was to attend a dinner with the new neighbors. Even more surprisingly, his uncle hadn't asked him where he had been. Also, his aunt had gone out and bought some shirts and pairs of jeans that would actually fit him. This was also where the being angry part started. After handing Harry the shopping bags, his uncle had given him a lecture, telling him that he was not to wear his old, ratty outfits and that he was to take care of the new clothes so that they would stay presentable. Apparently, not only was his uncle under the impression that Harry actually chose to wear Dudley's old clothes, but the only reason that Harry was getting new clothes that actually fit was to make sure that the Dursleys impressed the neighbors. And, in Harry's opinion, the only reason that he wasn't expected to go into his room and pretend he didn't exist again was that the Davenports were staying and would eventually notice him anyway. Or they might just be afraid that I'll drop a cake on someone's head. He almost chuckled at the thought, almost. "Boy, get downstairs! The neighbors will be here any minute," his loud uncle yelled. He rolled his eyes and walked down the stairs

Harry's aunt was wearing a lavender sundress with matching high heels. His cousin was wearing slacks and a button-up shirt that stretched around his massive stomach. His uncle was wearing a similar outfit. Soon enough, the Davenports had arrived. Mr. and Mrs. Davenport were dressed for the occasion, wearing similar outfits to his uncle and aunt. Jen was wearing…Wow. Jen looked amazing. She gave him a smile and then a quick wink when no one was looking.

"Oh, hello. Vera, it's so nice to meet you in person," Harry's socialite aunt began, "This is my husband, Vernon," she said indicating to his uncle, "our nephew, Harry," she continued, with much less enthusiasm, "and this," she said with a grand flourish towards Harry's oversized cousin, "is our son, Dudley." She ended her little speech with a smile, waiting for Jen's mother to introduce her family.

"Well, this is my husband, Mark, and our daughter, Jen," Mrs. Davenport replied, a smile on her face to match his aunt Petunia's. Harry's uncle shook hands with Mr. And Mrs. Davenport and Dudley made to shake hands with Jen.

Everyone went through the normal greeting rituals: introducing each other, shaking hands, fake smiles, all the good stuff. Jen noticed that Harry was actually wearing clothes that weren't about to fall off of him. She smiled and gave him a wink while everyone else was exchanging greetings. Then Dudley held his hand out to shake Jen's. Must…resist…urge…to…break…wrist… Jen was still angry about what had happened earlier that morning, but if anyone found out that she knew what had been going on between Dudley and his friends, there would be a number of problems. She extended her hand to shake his, but instead of him shaking her hand, he took it in his own and kissed it. Ewwww! Gross gross gross gross gross gross! She resisted the urge to rub her hand off on something, or wash it off, or rub it off with disinfectant, or… Anyway, Jen was disgusted, but tried not to show it. "My, what the little gentleman," the voice of Petunia Dursley said. Jen tried not to roll her eyes.

Everyone then sat down to eat, and Jen ended up between Harry and Dudley. Harry gave her a sympathetic look once the adults started talking, Jen returned it. "So, Jen, how old are you?" Dudley asked rather pompously.

"Sixteen, I'm going to be seventeen this October. What about you two?" she asked, looking from Dudley to Harry and attempting to ignore Dudley's attitude.

"I'm sixteen as well," Dudley replied, and the before Harry could say anything, "Potter's only fifteen." He indicated to Harry.

"Thanks, Dud. Couldn't have said that myself," Harry said sarcastically.

Dudley ignored Harry's comment and continued the "conversation", "What school did you go to?"

"A small school in Texas called FW."

Jen was expecting him to brag about whatever school he went to, but instead he replied, "You lived in Texas? Why don't you sound like a hick then?" Harry was wide-eyed and Jen had to set her soup spoon down because she was gripping it so hard that it was beginning to bend. The adults seemed oblivious to the conversation that the teenagers were having, but Jen's mom gave her a quick look as if to calm her down.

Harry opened his mouth as if to yell at Dudley for saying such a thing, but Jen started a conversation with him instead, "So, Harry, you don't look much younger than me. When's your birthday?"

"The end of July, yours?" Harry responded.

"The end of October."

"Mine's in-" Dudley started, but got cut off.

"So, how has your summer been so far?" Jen asked.

"Pretty good, but it's only been summer for a week."

Dudley's parents seemed to notice that he was being left out of the conversation. Mr. Dursley announced proudly, "Our Dudley is school wrestling champion. Beaten everyone in the area, he has." Jen could have sworn that she heard Harry mutter something about beating up ten year-olds, but if he did, she was the only one who heard it.

"Wrestling?" Jen asked, with the proper amount of enthusiasm. Dudley nodded and Jen said, "Wow, that's quite an accomplishment. I was champion for dueling at my old school. I was also on the archery and martial arts teams." Harry gave Jen an impressed look. She smiled back.

The adults resumed their conversation, and the teenagers resumed theirs. "Dueling?" Harry asked, still looking impressed. Jen noticed that Dudley did as well.

"Yeah. Sword fighting: I always loved it. I'm not great, but I'm good enough."

Finally the evening seemed bearable, and Jen was just starting to enjoy herself when she felt a hand on her knee. She looked down and saw that Dudley was laying his hand on her leg casually, looking at her as if he was doing nothing that would be considered offensive. Jen plastered a large, fake smile on her face and asked Dudley through clenched teeth, "What in the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Why, nothing," he replied innocently.

"Let me rephrase that: you are doing something, and it's something that you had better stop doing right now or else."

"Or else what?" he asked somewhat teasingly. He moved his hand a little further up her leg and squeezed.

"Or else I'll stab your hand with this!" she said, still clenching her teeth together to avoid drawing attention to herself. She picked up a fork and held in menacingly in her hand. By now, Harry had noticed something was wrong and was giving Dudley the evil-eye.

"Now really, Jenny, there's no need to be violent," Dudley responded. He moved his hand up a little further so that it was now obviously on her thigh. The movement, along with his calling her Jenny, pushed her over the edge. With more force than she had originally intended, Jen jabbed the fork at his hand. He yelped and drew his hand back quickly.

In the confusion, Harry managed to spill some of his soup on himself. "Oh, Harry, let me help you with that," Jen said, getting up and grabbing Harry's wrist to lead him into the kitchen before anyone could protest.

Once the two of the were in the kitchen, Harry immediately turned his full attention to Jen. "What happened?" he asked urgently, "Are you okay? What did Dudley do? Was that blood on his hand?"

"Harry," Jen said while getting a wet paper towel and handing it to him to clean the soup off with, "one question at a time. I'm fine, at least I am now. Dudley tried to hit on me and it pissed me off. I stabbed him with my fork after telling him to knock it off three or four times, so that probably was blood on his hand."

"He was hitting on you?" Jen nodded. "As in being grabby?" he asked. looking for clarification. Jen nodded again."Ruddy bastard!" Harry exclaimed. He opened his mouth to ask Jen another question when someone else walked into the kitchen…